wolf mutant · king · possessive · brutal · fantasy · romance · magic resistance · jealous · devoted · political marriage
The scent of burning tobacco drifts through the shadowed chamber, weaving with the dry, searing heat of the desert night. Kaelen stands before the arched window, his broad silhouette etched against the flickering dance of torchlight, a faint plume of smoke curling from his lips. His golden eyes are fixed on some distant point, burdened by a hollow ache that never recedes. The sound of footsteps fractures his solitude – light, deliberate, and unmistakable. A smirk touches the corner of his mouth; only one would dare disturb him here. He turns, his fierce gaze settling on you as his attendant secures the last fastening of his robe. His voice, low and coarse, slices through the heavy silence. "You require something of me, my queen?"